A tale of woe from my kitchen:
On Monday, which was Labor Day here in the States, Justice and I had a couple over for lunch. I planned well by putting tried and true dishes on the menu: Grilled Turkey Burgers with Dijon-Dill Sauce, Carrot Salad in Basil Vinaigrette, steamed green beans, and mashed red potatoes. I’ve made these dishes so often, I could probably do it in my sleep. What could go wrong?
Two things, it turns out. First, I didn’t count on the ground turkey I ordered from my meat co-op having the consistency of a sponge. Really, it was sponge-like, rather than meat-like. Think McDonald’s chicken nuggets consistency, maybe even worse. Ugh. Second, I didn’t count on the turkey burgers being undercooked. I still don’t know how this happened! We set the grill to the same setting as usual and cooked the burgers the standard length of time. Thus, I didn’t bother to check for doneness because I knew from experience that they were.
I was so wrong.
After one bite at lunch, I thought, Oh no. Then I took another bite. Oooooh no! For some reason, it seemed best to me at the time not to say anything. Maybe I’m the only one who notices anything is amiss, I thought. Perhaps if I don’t call their attention to it, they won’t notice. As if. What was I thinking?! Why didn’t I burst out laughing and tell them not to eat the meat because I couldn’t eat it either?
Augh. So here I am…still thinking about the darn meat three days later. Maybe I’ll call them.
One thing’s for sure: I’m not ordering more of that ground turkey.
Wholesome Goodness 